In my opinion, all boyfriends should turn out to be secretly wealthy.
Caddy came home on Friday evening. Perfectly Harmless Patrick brought her in his battered old car…”Crikey, Caddy!” said Indigo, and he disappeared upstairs to tell Rose.Eve murmured, “Sweet,” rather doubtfully.Sarah said, not doubtfully at all,...
No, you’re confusing fairy god- mothers with sales clerks.
this one’s more like one of those self-assembly Swedish wardrobes.